HERALD. Rejoice, my Lord; ascend the imperial throne! The mighty and redoubted prince of Wales, Great servitor to bloody Mars in arms, The French man’s terror, and his country’s fame, Triumphant rideth like a Roman peer, And, lowly at his stirrup, comes afoot King John of France, together with his son, In captive bonds; whose diadem he brings To crown thee with, and to proclaim thee king. KING EDWARD. Away with mourning, Phillip, wipe thine eyes;— Sound, Trumpets, welcome in Plantagenet! [Enter Prince Edward, king John, Phillip, Audley, Artois.] As things long lost, when they are found again, So doth my son rejoice his father’s heart, For whom even now my soul was much perplexed. QUEEN PHILLIP. Be this a token to express my joy, [Kisses him.] For inward passion will not let me speak. PRINCE EDWARD. My gracious father, here receive the gift. [Presenting him with King John’s crown.] This wreath of conquest and reward of war, Got with as mickle peril of our lives, As ere was thing of price before this day; Install your highness in your proper right: And, herewithall, I render to your hands These prisoners, chief occasion of our strife. KING EDWARD. So, John of France, I see you keep your word: You promised to be sooner with our self Than we did think for, and tis so in deed: But, had you done at first as now you do, How many civil towns had stood untouched, That now are turned to ragged heaps of stones! How many people’s lives mightst thou have saved, That are untimely sunk into their graves! KING JOHN. Edward, recount not things irrevocable; Tell me what ransom thou requirest to have. KING EDWARD. Thy ransom, John, hereafter shall be known: But first to England thou must cross the seas, To see what entertainment it affords; How ere it falls, it cannot be so bad, As ours hath been since we arrived in France. KING JOHN. Accursed man! of this I was foretold, But did misconster what the prophet told. PRINCE EDWARD. Now, father, this petition Edward makes To thee, whose grace hath been his strongest shield, That, as thy pleasure chose me for the man To be the instrument to shew thy power, So thou wilt grant that many princes more, Bred and brought up within that little Isle, May still be famous for like victories! And, for my part, the bloody scars I bear, And weary nights that I have watched in field, The dangerous conflicts I have often had, The fearful menaces were proffered me, The heat and cold and what else might displease: I wish were now redoubled twenty fold, So that hereafter ages, when they read The painful traffic of my tender youth, Might thereby be inflamed with such resolve, As not the territories of France alone, But likewise Spain, Turkey, and what countries else That justly would provoke fair England’s ire, Might, at their presence, tremble and retire.